Mirror Move
FADE IN:
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT
A sterile room. Pale lighting. One table. Two chairs. JAMES (20s) sits
alone-sharp jawline, dark circles under his eyes, twitching fingers tapping a
slow rhythm.
A DETECTIVE (O.S.) speaks from the other side of the room, off camera. Calm.
Methodical.
DETECTIVE (O.S.)
You and your brother rehearsed every answer. Every gesture.
That right?
JAMES
(soft smirk)
We don't rehearse. We sync.
DETECTIVE (O.S.)
Funny thing is... we interviewed him already.
And he's out of sync.
James's fingers stop tapping. Slight tension builds behind his eyes.
JAMES
You're bluffing. We locked the story.
DETECTIVE (O.S.)
Yeah. He cracked it open.
James leans forward, eyes narrowed. Tone shifts from confident to slightly
cracked.
JAMES
He wouldn't. We said-
No gaps. No fear. No slips.
DETECTIVE (O.S.)
Except... he said you did it.
Mirror Move
A beat. James blinks, like his brain just rebooted.
JAMES
What?
DETECTIVE (O.S.)
Said it wasn't self-defense. Said it was... rage.
Said you lost control.
JAMES
He's lying.
DETECTIVE (O.S.)
Why would he lie?
JAMES
(to himself)
Because he's scared... or jealous... or-
He clutches his head. Breathing quickens. A memory creeps in. FLASH CUTS-bloody
hands, a scream, a streetlight flickering.
JAMES
Wait...
He looks toward the door, voice almost childlike.
JAMES (CONT'D)
Can I see him?
A pause.
DETECTIVE (O.S.)
James...
DETECTIVE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
There is no twin.
James goes still. Something breaks inside. He looks down at his hands-shaking.
JAMES
But... we always-
Mirror Move
He trails off. Stares ahead. No words. Just silent collapse.
FADE OUT.
TEXT ON SCREEN:
"Guilt doesn't need a witness. It needs a reflection."
THE END